In for the Long Haul: An Antarctic Ice Fliers Romance Story: Antarctic Ice Fliers, #4

By M. L. Buchman

Clara "Sailor" Poole strode into the McMurdo Station, Antarctica heavy-equipment shop like she owned it. Finding the nerve to step into her pending wedding? Impossible.

 

Michel "Frenchy" Charbonneau, the self-declared Québécois hero of the ice, finally landed the great adventure: SPoT. The South Pole Traverse — the ultimate drive — from McMurdo to the South Pole. The annual thousand-mile haul to deliver two-thirds of the year's supplies to the heart of the continent.

 

Except Michel faces an unanticipated problem. His wedding date is fixed, but The Ice rarely cooperates with mere human plans.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Buchman Bookworks, Inc.
• Release date: Jul 12, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201174170

M. L. Buchman

USA Today and Amazon #1 Bestseller M. L. "Matt" Buchman has 70+ action-adventure thriller and military romance novels, 100 short stories, and lotsa audiobooks. PW says: “Tom Clancy fans open to a strong female lead will clamor for more.” Booklist declared: “3X Top 10 of the Year.” A project manager with a geophysics degree, he’s designed and built houses, flown and jumped out of planes, solo-sailed a 50’ sailboat, and bicycled solo around the world…and he quilts.

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In for the Long Haul

In for the Long Haul

an Antarctic Ice Fliers romance story

M. L. Buchman

Buchmann Bookworks, Inc.

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Clara Sailor Poole strode into the McMurdo Station, Antarctica heavy-equipment shop like she owned it. Finding the nerve to step into her pending wedding? Impossible.

Michel Frenchy Charbonneau, the self-declared Québécois hero of the ice, finally landed the great adventure: SPoT. The South Pole Traverse — the ultimate drive — from McMurdo to the South Pole. The annual thousand-mile haul to deliver two-thirds of the year’s supplies to the heart of the continent.

Except Michel faces an unanticipated problem. His wedding date is fixed, but The Ice rarely cooperates with mere human plans.

1

Michel spotted Clara easily. Even with her back turned and the hood of her Big Red US Antarctic Program parka up, he’d know Clara Poole anywhere—she was just that gloriously herself. The shorter figure by her side would be her best friend Priya.

They were also the only two out on the ice this morning who weren’t in motion. The South Pole Traverse convoy was leaving McMurdo Station in about five minutes and a lot of last-minute items were being checked over.

They both shoved back their hoods for the warm spring weather. Clara’s black hair fluttered about her shoulders. So lovely to play with—it was one of his hundred or so most favorite things about her.

Michel wasn’t quite sure why Priya was here but he suspected that it was important, if only he could figure it out.

He heard them talking as he came up from behind.

Clara’s voice was deep and New England curt, You better stay my best friend even after we leave The Ice. If you don’t, I’ll die.

Priya laughed. I didn’t think anything could kill a Gloucesterwoman. Isn’t that what you told me the first time we met?

I lied. With the wedding coming, I’m rattled down to my boots.

How is it that you’re marrying a man with a girl’s name? Priya began singing the inevitable Beatles’ song, Michelle, my belle.

He’s Québécois French, he can’t help it. Clara crossed her hands over her chest. I think my heart is going to explode.

Eww! Don’t get any on me. Priya shuffled away across the hard-packed snow.

Clara snagged her by the loose end of her scarf and hauled her back to which Priya made a show of choking and gasping desperately, drawing everyone’s attention.

Michel felt Clara’s shiver as he wrapped his arms around her from behind.

It was already up in the twenties though it was still early October. Yet despite the warm day, she shivered even as she leaned back into him. She knew him as easily as he knew her. Their connection was without question. Priya always accused them of being a penguin couple, able to find each other without fail in a million-bird colony.

It definitely wasn’t the cold. Clara and Priya were not alone in easing their heavy winter clothes. All of the winterovers and many of the summerfolk here for their life’s great adventure at MacTown were walking around with their